Stigmata Book Novels & Stories

All magic had a signature, even dark magic. As I continued to scan the room, moving through it carefully, I found a single book resting upon an old stone pedestal. The leather was thicker than the others, held together with ebony stitching that looked as dark as the shadows slithering about. Scratched onto the front were the words, “Liber Sanguinis.” Book of Blood... My gut told me this was the book I was looking for. The one that held the spell Kimberly used to bind herself to Jude. It was coated in a thick layer of that tar-like substance.

they murmured in haunting unison. Alex tightened his arm around me. "Stay close, Sophia. We don’t know what lies ahead." We reached a grand chamber, its walls adorned with exquisite carvings of battles, romance, and tragedies. In the center stood a pedestal with a book, its pages seemingly untouched by time. "The Book of Origins," Jerome whispered, awe evident in his voice. As I approached, the pages began to flutter on their own, stopping on a page with an image of two figures, eerily resembling Alex and me. Below the image was an inscription.

“Nothing special. Just a plain library. I already sensed something’s odd going on about her, so I sneaked upstairs out of curiosity and took this at least.” Takumi held his chin. It’s either those marks weren’t there before or Tomoya can’t see them at all with his plain vision. “So, what’s with that book then?” Scott asked, pointing the book with his lips. “It’s a grimoire, containing Shane’s family secrets. At least that’s what I’ve understood, so far,” Tomoya placed the book on the center table and opened it to the first page to where an inverted pentagram is drawn with droplets of blood covering the topmost part of it.

To a hidden passage. "Here," he said, pressing a stone. It swung inward, revealing stairs. We descended. The chamber was massive. Shelves lined every wall. Books. Scrolls. Artifacts. And in the center, on a stone pedestal— A book. Leather-bound. Ancient. Pulsing with dark magic. "The Grimoire of Bonds," I breathed. Marcus nodded. "Everything she knew. How to create them. Break them. Control them." I reached for it. The moment my fingers touched leather, pain exploded through my arm.

I approached the pedestal, heart racing, while Damien stood a few paces behind me, his expression unreadable. I hesitated, then reached out and opened the tome. The pages were filled with intricate symbols, archaic text, and sketches of creatures that defied explanation. As I skimmed the pages, I began to piece together a narrative of balance and chaos—a tale of an order that had sought to harness the raw forces of creation and destruction. The text spoke of a “Chosen Vessel,” a being who would carry the mark of the Forsaken and become a conduit for ancient power. It described a ritual of transformation, a dangerous process that could either elevate a mortal to near-divine status or condemn

I let them guide me, a current beneath thought. A narrow alcove waits at the back, hidden behind a leaning pillar. The air here tastes more still, more dangerous. One book sits alone on a blackwood lectern. No title on the cover. Only a sigil burned deep into the leather—a spiral of thorns encircling a single eye. The moment my palm touches it, the wards flare, tasting my bloodline. Fae. Trickster. The sigil loosens with a hiss, and the book falls open of its own will.

It took her a while before she finally realized he was actually staring at the book. Fear overwhelmed her. The way he stared at the book made her shake. The bold inscriptions on the book could sell her out. Ghista was written on it. No wonder there was a wrapping paper kept close to it, but she chose to ignore it and read the book without it since nobody knew anything about Ghista. With the look he had on, something was definitely computing in his mind.

" Joe asked from behind her. "It's a birthmark borne by children who were touched by a goddess from another realm," She said casually. "Wait, what?" Kurt asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I read about it in a book," She said. "What book?" Joe asked. Lydia stopped walking and took off her backpack. She opened it and took out a large book and handed it to Joe. "This book..." She said. The book was large and on the cover, it had the word "TROLEYADIA" on it in large font.

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire (Complete) *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, bu

“I’m sure it’ll fit right in, next to your hobbit ring, rabbit’s foot and twenty sets of lipsticks.” Lizzy stuck her tongue out and turned back to the bed. “I brought you some magazines and a book to read. I found them in my bedside drawer.” She pulled them out from behind her seat and laid them on the bed. Johnny’s sly grin should’ve warned him. Slater glanced down and recoiled. Cosmopolitan and Vogue slid aside to reveal a book cover of a shirtless man—in a loincloth—clutching a woman in a torn dress on a beach. His long hair blew in the wind as he gazed into her doe-like eyes.